Welcome to the 2000 entries for the Stephen King Poetry Competition. This page contains the entries up to December in month order, along with each winner's poem highlited.
January
The Mind Of Danny
In the midst of wind and snow
an evil lurks right below
the moon that SHINES on to the glow
that is the mind of Danny
The Overlook, with gory past
Changes people, and not too fast
It want's his life, but that's not the last
It want's the mind of Danny
A poor, poor man pushed to the max.
Redrum, Redrum that is his task
with roque mallet or an axe
he want's the mind of danny
Party guests who should not be
make Jack try to correct Wendy
but because of her strength, they resort to plan B
to get the mind of Danny
A boiler pushed to the limits
bursts out jets of steam from deep within it
explodes and takes the Overlook with it
So they didn't get the mind of Danny
THE TOWER
I once knew a man named Roland
Who started out quite a young man.
To the Tower he went
As though he were sent
On a quest to save this big land.
Untitled (January Winner)
Carrie White could make things move
With nothing but her mind.
At night the folks of 'Salem's Lot
Were of the undead kind.
Jack Torrance and his family
Were at the Overlook.
Randall Flagg and his red eye
Would at Abigal look.
A lot of folks were part of what
They're calling the Night Shift.
A psychic man in a car wreck
Was known as Johnny Smith.
Little Charlie started fires
Because of her folks' Lot Six.
Cujo was a good dog 'til
They threw rabies in the mix.
Roland crossed the desert as
Different Seasons passed.
Christine was a Plymouth who
Would run you over fast.
The reality of Danse Macabre
Is enough to make you think.
If you were Louis Creed's dead cat
You still could mew and wink.
Creepshow was a comic book
Much scarier than funny.
With the help of a guy named Pete
The Talisman made money.
Billy lost a lot of weight
'Til Lemke took it back.
Every month the reverend
Will have a wolf attack.
Rage and Roadwork, wrote by Dick
Were mighty fine I'd say.
The Long Walk and The Running Man
Are great reads every day.
You must be a Survivor Type
When The Monkey comes for you,
Because it's so hard to escape
With only a Skeleton Crew.
Pennywise the evil clown
Made quick work of Georgie
Roland made a comeback in
The Drawing of the Three.
The Dragon's Eyes are watching you
As Flagg makes a return.
Mr. Sheldon's biggest fan
A manuscript did burn.
The Tommyknockers came from space
To knock upon your door.
Mr. Beaumont killed George Stark,
But he's come back for more.
We Stand for even longer,
But the stories still are great.
We read 'til Four Past Midnight
And then we stay up late.
Leland Gaunt has what you need
Inside his brand new shop.
The train will carry Roland
'Til the riddles make him stop.
Dolores Claiborne killed her man
The day of the eclipse
Jessie wears the handcuffs,
That's how Gerald "gets his kicks."
Some stories give you Nightmares,
While driving Dolan's Cadillac,
The Insomnia will keep you up
As the three bald docs attack.
Rose Madder is a story that
Is full of womens' issues.
John Coffey is a touching man
(You just might need a tissue).
Desperation was a book
As was the Regulators
The two go hand in hand, you see
Like crocs and alligators.
Roland's come back once again
With Wizards and with Glass.
Four years after his wife's death,
Mike went to Sarah Laughs.
At the closing of the Century
A storm is strongly brewing.
Tricia was lost in the woods,
But surviving's what she's doing.
Five tales will come together
In a book that's full of Heart.
There's card games, Willie, and of course
The low men at the Start.
All these tales from Stephen King
Have brought us joy and fear
With all these books the fans will read
Year after year after year.
Dark Tower Haiku
A ka - tet of four
Fighting for what is good
They will be our saviours
February
Mind of the Mouse
On the sidewalk it lies
scared and full of fear
on a hot day it fries
you could smell it from here
the murderer eats
and sleeps in the house
never feeling sorry
just another dead mouse
The wheel of KA (February Winner)
The wheel of KA so slowly turns
Rolands aging body slowly burns
Surrounded by those for whom he cares
But soon they will have hollow-eyed stares
Off in the distant Merlin is evilly playing
This plague on the lands, he intends to be staying
Ageless, faceless wicked jokester of a stranger
For the KA-TET he has sat traps of fatal danger
Roland has rode, walked all over his land
Lost two fingers to Did-a-chik? from his lethal hand
All those he loved nestled coldly in the ground
From his tortured mind he hears their mournful sounds
One Gunslinger to start, and now to be an even four
But before the majestic tower will stand one, and no more
For his agony Roland should be the one to stand true
Pass the rusty gates, pass the rose and on through
The child from the rotting infested tower he came
And soon he will return to its decaying halls once again
To stop the hideous, spreading evil infection
To put an end to Randall's sinister aggression
Roland at the will sit upon his rightful throne
Of his wonders, children throughout Gilead will crone
He will teach again, spreading the wisdom of Cort
The Gods will rain down good will to all for his sacrificing effort
March
Weapon of Words
alone i drop and kneel,
asking for miracles from a god
who hears all laughing,
as the winds of change tear my love
asunder into the darkness.
knowing that whatever happens is "ka".
"the dark tower" before me,
i see only myself.
for it is i,
who built this tower,
a place of my thoughts.
filled with my fears,
reinforced by my rage,
standing alone.
a living monarch,
to "a world thats moved on".
my reality leading me,
but a token,
of the man left behind.
he created the monolith,
unknowingly powered by denial.
never one to go queitly.
he fights for his right,
to deny the feelings within.
mounting the stairs,
instinct leads the blind,
as fate can lead the fool.
within those walls
demons shriek, howl.
i hear them not,
for i seek "the dark one".
that shadow of myself,
hating for its own sake.
the basis of darkened existence,
he holds fast.
i, being without vision,
unable to accept,
settle on indecision.
taunting me he wavers
in the distance.
my guns blaze with fire,
reflex rules the moment.
now standing,
in a haze of smoke.
before me stands a maze.
knowing who lies at the end,
i choose my path.
walking into my face,
i see what lies beyond.
thou's answer, words,
thy's destiny lies within.
infinite wisdom,
id thought was deception.
his tarnish upon all,
dimmed my view.
eyes that feel,
a heart that sees.
darkened tower,
teeming now with light.
he was me,
now i am,
as one.
The Long Hard Day (March Winner)
The long hard day was closing in
Stephen King was walking then
As a car was raging by
The man inside said "King must die!"
He pressed accelerate to gain some speed
He tried to make Stephen bleed
As he got close he laughed with joy
He closed his eyes and said "oh boy!"
Then they hit and the guy was glad
But Stephen King was terribly mad
As the news team came to the wreck
They asked the man "what the heck"
The man said "hey! it wasn't my fault!"
"It was my dog, he yelled and barked!"
" I had no control so i swerved to the right!"
" Then i saw stephen king and the rest was a blight!"
"Do not blame me, blame the mut."
"It was'nt me! it was his fault!"
What the man didn't tell the men
Was that he hated the man named Stephen
He tried to kill him but didnt succede
All he did was make him bleed
Durring the summer of 99'
Stephen rested and in his mind
He thought "its a cruel world if you take a good look."
"That gives me an idea! ill write a new book!"
So when his wounds healed he sat in his writing chair
And started writing a book..... or so he dared!
Haiku of "The Mist"
The mist is coming
Scary bugs and tentacles
Is it The Project?
May
The Losers Club (May Winner)
Once upon a time there was a gang of seven
Bill, Bev, Richie, Eddie, Stan, Mike and Ben
The Losers Club is what they were
Stuttering Bill was their leader
Gathered to avenge little Georgies murder
And to kill IT from the sewers
Together they found their power
Something was terribly wrong in Derry
It started with the death of Georgie
The terror that would last for twenty-six years
Brought the Losers many fears
Bill with the loss of his brother
Eddie and his overbearing mother
Stan the Man was a scout and a Jew
Richie Trashmouth was a four eyed Loser too
Beverly was the poorest girl in school
Ben Haystack Hanscom the fattest of them all
Mike Hanlon coloured but historical
The last to join he closed the circle
Pennywise the Clown he lurked in the storm drain
Polluting the town of Derry inside Maine
Henry Bowers Derrys brainless bully
Did not understand the Losers power fully
One by one he went for the kill
Then IT drove him mad and he ended up at Juniper Hill
Twice the seven returned to fight IT in the sewers
As they came back their number was fewer
Stan the Man committed suicide
The first to see the deadlights
Eddie gave himself as a sacrifice
He died to save Bills life
Their power began to fade
The circle diminished that they had made
The Clown itself was dead
Releasing the souls of the kids from which IT had fed
The town of Derry was peaceful once again
And little Georgies death was avenged
June
Kings Characters (June Winner)
Carrie White stood on the stage
Only her glory replaced by rage
Her crown now red instead of gold
Tommy lies on the floor next to her out cold
Thad Beaumont has one bestseller you will find
But the plagueing George Stark will not leave his mind
The menacing pseudonym is back from the grave
And is out on a murdering rampage
Jack Torrance took his family to the overlook hotel
He was the caretaker, he meant to do his job well
But soon Jack was chasing his wife and son
With an axe, he wanted to end their fun
Dolores Claiborne has a story to tell and you'd better listen
Time to tell the secret with which she's been living
Her drunken husband Joe fell down a well
So listen up Dolores has a story to tell
Nine year old Patricia McFarland walks the woods alone
Lost and hopeless of finding her way home
She feels the Thing that watches her at night
And waits for death to come and block the light
Johnny Marinville, he's a fallen writer
Now he's on the run from an unimaginable monster
Who's body is ripping apart at the seams
It's worse than Johnny could ever have dreamed
Ralph Roberts he can't sleep at night
And he sees little bald doctors with their scalpels held tight
After each and every murder they appear
Then Ralph sees the auras and the fear
Paul Sheldon used to write for a living
His car crashed and it's all ending
Annie Wilkes has Paul in her clutch
His No.1 fan loves him very much
These are the Kings characters, his stories
Words that never fail to please
More than just a product of his imagination
The King of horror, a genius of creation
July
Untitled (July Winner)
It was a rainy July evening when
Out of my window stood a laughing
Madman...a kind of old relic really...
I looked at him with a kind of
De ja vue recognition. He looked
As if he was from a Stephen King
Movie. In any case, I invited him
Inside my humble home and to
My surprise, he unpacked a
Treasure trove of Horror books.
As I looked through them...for the
Life of me, I couldn't understand
Why there weren't any S.K. (?)
"Sir, have you heard of Stephen
King? (pause) I don't see any of
His novels from your sachel. Any
Reason why not?" He looked
At me with a non-chalant grin...
His grey, mountain-bear beard
And dark eyes just kept my gaze.
After a quick scratch at his nose,
And a flip-off of his weathered hat,
He proceeded, "I've never heard
Of any writer carrying his own
Books around, isn't that just a bit
Creepy to you, but thanks anyways."
The Long Walk
I forget
sometimes....
We are all on
the Long Walk.
Just trying not to fall down
slow down.
We gather in groups
like musketeers
hoping to make it last
"a little longer".
Just keep layin' em down
one foot in front
of the other
Sadness
loneliness creep in...
But we fight
and find comfort in laughter
old stories
future glories, friends.
We keep walking
knowing the next step could be
the last.
The Prize dangling sweetly before our eyes
dizzying
eternal gratification
blinding us to the sad of another.
I forget sometimes...
I'm not the only Walker.
Christine
She was a mess,
But not no more.
She could even open all the doors.
She has a temper so watch out,
Becareful what you say or shout.
She has an owner who was nice,
Now he's changed and and has caused fright.
For those who know what shes like,
Be glad your not arnie and have to drive,
This Plymouth with its ugly taste,
and hatered for the human race.
For now she knows what shes done,
And how to do it again for fun.
~Stand as They go~
He'll take you there...
Not yet...but soon.
The moon and sun in dangerous hybrid
Spurned shadows from the stone
And cast the lone redeemer
Unto the wrecking plains
Middling world in quiet breath
Save the great humming
And tidal scudding of burning blood
Of the violent watercolor in the dry
The sandline shifting,twisting slender
Fire wrought bootheels assault the ground
He draws to where the girders meet
In merging looming axis
~Doubly dreaming in the gyre
A darker one is pulling cards
And stirring waste on other time
That scars and sickens with each new wave~
The prophets floundering in the crouchlands
The shuffling demons underfoot
Speak of half-bake men,failing beacons
And whistling mage with blank force grin
The passing of the dunes unfurled
A drawing true of three
Rhyming fate on common land
Prove they quaken onwards be
Crow sits scanning on the chasm outside
Where the other worlds resorb and grow
The bounded recall their arms and father
The Key,the Rose and Boy
Another riddle will play by the way
Out of the blue and into the waste
The streaming random will hold their own
As the bullets doubleback
Mayhap the Tower is sought
Or a hailing in the Deadlights
Where the Other can be found
A transient one from many
Fixed eternal on the shell
_Rose Fast_
AND
_Roland Firm_
"Scream as you go, fall as you go, stand as you go.."
August
Untitled (August Winner)
I met a man who loves Stephen King
He makes my pulse race, I want to sing
We talk of Carrie, and Salems Lot,
Characters in the Stand
And people being shot.
The horror of kings writings
we do admire
as we sit together reading Cujo
In the glow of the fire
So Stephen I must thank you
For writing like you do
Because of your terrifying work
Our love, it grew and grew.
October
Untitled (October Winner)
I open the book and I am taken to another world
A world beneath our own that shifts under our feet
It is a world full of our nightmares, fears, and everything hidden
These books are first class tickets into the unknown
And Stephen King is my pilot
Flying my into this macabre world of his
That flowed from his vast mind through his fingertips and onto the pages
I am on an adventure
To defeat Pennywise the clown of pure evil and time
To find a dead body in the woods
To seek revenge upon all who hurt me and shower them in blood
To kill the head vampire who stalks a small town
To shine
And so much more
I close the book and I am released back into this world
The world that hides its eyes and covers the macabre underneath
I look around and wonder
Is this like Derry where the evil abounds ignored by all?
Perhaps I shine, because I don't think I ever left at all
Perhaps this is a sugar coating over things that really do exist
For, if it wasn't, we wouldn't have anything to fear, now would we?
Untitled
i touched a razor
and i felt the danger
was grabbing at my throat
like an angry stranger
a stalker for my errors
a mistake-ridden mirror
a cold tempt kiss
with the explosion pressing self destruct
the cold sweat beading
the mystery of bleeding
all my fears were showing
all out exposed
the veins of imperfection almost spilled out to the end
i supposed for a moment that he was a friend
November
The Boogieman (November Winner)
I lay in my bed at night
My face covered with sweat
I look around my room
Everything’s all set
The Boogieman’s in my closet
And there is nothing I can do
The Boogieman’s in my closet
And my bed’s smeared with glue
I try to yell, to cry aloud
But I am silenced by fear
As a shadow comes quickly around
And draws forever near.
He tip toes across my room
I can feel his breath
As I approach my doom
I have visions of death
I see him wickedly smile
And leer down over me
He opens his mouth a mile
A mile enough to engulf me
I see his shiny eyes
They reflect and glow
Like stars in the skies
They are as white as snow
Evil as they may seem
Of human gore imbued
His sharp teeth are deemed
To tear rather than to chew
I await my wraith
But it does not come
I close my eyes for death
My body is all numb
I open my eyes to see
His mouth a mile long
But instead he was laughing hysterically
The room was engulfed in laugher’s song
To the closet, he laughed alone
Until the morning sun began to shine
‘See ya tomorrow night.” He said in a mocking tone
And the door he closed behind.
Untitled
The smell of your hair,
The touch of your hand as it finds mine.
The sparkle you eyes used to show.
And the vibrant soul you once had.
The days of our glory descending
As you deteriorate into just another.
Your face, in my dreams no more.
As the truth becomes my reality
I think how can I go on
Though your body may not be bloodied
And it may not be lifeless
Your soul and mind are dead
The guilt builds up
Did I do this to you?
No.
Was it your friends?
No.
The blame lies on yourself my dear
You have turned empty
So empty even I can not fill the void.
So it is time for me to let go of your cold hand
One last time
To kiss your dry lips
One last time
And look into those dim eyes of yours
One last time
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